A Marauder-type Love
Chapter one: Just a prank
"Harry, I really don't think this is a good idea." Hermione Granger said biting her lip nervously as she followed her two male friends to the dungeon for Potions.
"Don't listen to her, mate. It's bloody brilliant." Ron Weasley said, clapping Harry on the back. Harry didn't respond to either of his friends. If truth be told, he was rather nervous about the whole thing as well but at the same time he was excited. The odd mixture of emotions had left his heart pounding heavily with each step, his head whirling like a carnival ride and his stomach acting as if it were trying to be on the Olympic gymnastics team.
"Ron, it is not brilliant. Harry's sure to get detention." Hermione argued. Ron scoffed.
"There's no way ol' bat brain can give Harry detention. As far as anyone else is concerned Harry's the victim." Ron beamed proudly at his best mate. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Snape is sure to find a way to pin it on Harry." She muttered. "Anyway, Harry how did you come up with something like this?" She asked turning to look at the silent black-haired boy.
It took Harry a few moments to realize that he was being spoken to.
"Wha- oh, um Moony." Harry answered distractedly.
"Moony…REMUS!" Hermione shrieked. Harry winced as her voice echoed through the corridor.
"Yes," Harry snapped sticking a finger in his ear to try and get the ringing to stop.
"But-but, he was a prefect! How-"Hermione sputtered. Ron rolled his eyes.
"He was a marauder, 'Mione." Ron said. Hermione just gaped at them. Ron turned his attention to Harry. "Did the marauders pull a prank like this on someone? A certain Slytherin perhaps?" He asked.
"Uh, no, well, yes. Sort of." Harry stuttered. "Moony played the prank on Padfoot." Harry explained. Ron looked confused for a moment than understanding seemed to have dawned on him.
"Oh, pulled a friendly little prank huh?" He said. Harry nodded. "See, Hermione? Nothing to worry about. If it's alright to pull between two friends than it can't be as bad as you think." Ron said to the girl who just glared at him in response.
The trio came to a halt outside of the Potions classroom. Harry gave an audible gulp.
"Well, here goes nothing." He said looking at his two friends. Hermione gave him a disappointed look and crossed her arms over her chest and Ron grinned at him encouragingly and gave him a thumbs up.
Harry took a deep breath and entered the classroom. He and his friends just barely made it to their seats before a very irate Professor Snape swooped into the room looking like a bat out of hell.
"Ten points for Gryffindor for being late." He snapped at Harry and his friends who were still standing. Ron opened is mouth to protest but Hermione quickly silenced him with a sharp elbow to the ribs.
Ron glared at her indignantly as he rubbed his sore ribs but he closed his mouth and sat down just the same.
Once at the front of the room, Snape waved his wand and the chalkboards behind him were quickly covered in writing. With no preamble, the greasy professor jumped into a lecture on the properties of dragon blood and its purposes in potions.
"Harry, he's really in a foul mood. I don't think you should do this today." Hermione whispered to him out of the corner of her mouth, her lips unmoving. It was a skill she had learned and perfected over the years of trying to secretly help Neville in Potions.
Harry just barely shook his head. He was going to go through with it and Snape was always a grouchy git so really, what was the difference?
It was ten minutes into the lecture, which for once Harry was very happy about it being lecture day seeing as it would make his plan much more difficult to pull off if it had been a practical lesson, before Harry decided it was time. Putting down his quill ever so slowly as to not draw attention to himself, Harry slipped his free hand into the left pocket of his robe and withdrew a crisp, folded piece of parchment.
Transferring the parchment from his left hand to his right, Harry let it slip threw his fingers and fall to the floor next to the outside of his right foot. Harry, never taking his eyes off of the front of the room, then pulled out his wand and muttered a spell that caused the piece of parchment to tap his ankle. It was a popular spell for the note-passing students of Hogwarts.
Harry put his wand back into his pocket and took up his quill again. He took a few notes before 'taking notice' of the note tapping his ankle. He made a great show of surprise and trying to reach down and pick up the note without Snape noticing.
Once he had the note in hand, Harry slowly began to open it, glancing this way and that as if he were looking for a hint on who had written it. He also shot a glance Snape's way every now and then to see if he had noticed. Harry than began to read the note and acted as if he were too enthralled by its contents to notice Ron's persistent attempt at getting his attention or Snape towering over him.
"Mr. Potter," Snape said coldly and Harry jumped and attempted to hide the note but Snape was too quick and the note was immediately snatched from his hands. "Ten points from Gryffindor for reading notes in class." He snapped. "Now," he said as he made his way back to the front of the room. "Let's see what Mr. Potter found so interesting that it took his attention off of my lecture." Snape said smiling sadistically.
Harry didn't say anything he just stared at Snape as if he were in shock. Snape took that as the boy being frozen in fear of the whole class hearing his note. Snape's smile widened and grew wicked. He lifted the parchment and began to read aloud.
"Dear Harry, (it feels so good to be able to pen that name)" Snape looked disgusted but continued to read just the same.
"I know you might be a bit shocked by what I am about to tell you in this letter, but I just couldn't keep it to myself any longer. I have to say it;
I want you, Harry Potter. I want you in the worst way.
Wow, do you know how long I have wanted to tell you that? Sometimes it seems like forever. I cant even being to explain how bad I want you. I see you all the time, in the halls laughing with your friends and it makes me sick with jealousy. I see you in class and am filled with envy by your skills.
But most of all, I see you on the Quidditch pitch and I am overcome with passion. The sight of you on that broomstick nearly undoes me. I go weak in the knees at the mere thought of your perfect arse nestled upon that fortunate piece of wood.
What I wouldn't give to have you, in my life and in my bed. I yearn for you, I ach for you and I crave you." Through out the reading of the note Snape's face turned fifty shades of red from embarrassment, but as he came to the signature at the end of the letter, his eyes went wide and he turned a sickly shade of green. "I think I'm going to be sick." He whispered before clamping a hand over his mouth and rushing out of the room.
In his haste, Snape let the vile note slip from his fingers and it fluttered delicately to the floor. All eyes in the room were on it and it was snatched up before it hit the ground.
"Well let's see who Harry's admire is, shall we?" Seamus Finnigan said with a grin. He looked down at the note and at the signature. His grin faded to a look of utter shock. He looked around the room.
Every student in the room watched Seamus anxiously and with bated breath. The boy's face was blank and he stared straight ahead as he began to walk through the rows of tables. Many gasped in shock as he made his way toward the Slytherin side of the room.
At last, after what had to be an eternity, Seamus neared a table. It was second to the last in the third row and had three Slytherins, two were glaring and one stared at the Gryffindor in shock. Draco and Blaise immediately narrowed their eyes when Seamus stopped at their table and Pansy just gaped.
"That was hot," Seamus said with a wicked grin as he dropped the letter in front of…Draco Malfoy. Everyone in the room gasped and Neville nearly swooned. Draco's eyes went wide.
"What?" He cried. He looked at the letter. It did indeed say his name at the bottom and was even in his handwriting. "But- I didn't…how…" He sputtered. Draco's head snapped up and his eyes were blazing. "Potter," he snarled.
Leaping to his feet Draco stormed over to the Gryffindor.
"What the bloody hell is this?" He raged shaking the letter at the boy. Harry looked dazed and a bit ill. He didn't respond, instead he scrambled out of his chair and moved away from the blond. "Answer me, dammit." Draco snarled advancing on the boy.
"No," Harry cried. "Keep him away from me. He going to try and have his way with me." This brought Draco to a halt.
"I will attempt no such thing." He assured the boy and took a step toward him.
"Ah! He wants to de-virginize my arse." Harry yelled.
"I want to what?" He asked dubiously.
"Please, save me. He wants me to be his man-slave and wear a collar and leash and leather trousers and-and other stuff." Harry wailed hiding behind a pillar. Draco's face went ashen.
"Really, Potter," He said as he shuddered. "Now that's just disgusting," Draco said looking as if he'd be sick.
Then, the doors to the dungeon flew open and Snape re-emerged. His red face went green again as he saw Draco and Harry facing each other. But instead of rushing off again, he swallowed and straightened his shoulders.
"Malfoy, Potter, sit down." He ordered with a look that dared them to argue. Both boys quickly resumed their seats. "Mr. Malfoy, the letter if you'd please." He said holding out his hand as Draco went by. Draco couldn't look at him as he handed over the letter and quickly went back to his seat.
Snape put the letter on his desk behind him and then turned back to face the class.
"I will not tolerate such…spectacles again. Detention tonight, for both of you and fifteen points each." Snape said and glared down each boy in a way that said he was a centimeter from going over the edge and would definitely take them with him.
"Yes, Professor Snape." Both boys said flatly. Snape nodded curtly and went back to his lecture but nobody, save Hermione, was paying attention. They were much too interested in what was going on between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
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(An: I know Harry's freak out was a bit ooc but I loved it ever so much and it amused me and I am the author so there. Lol also as a side note I have a lot of DM/HP on the burner but I promise my RL/SB fans that I am working on one)